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Dec 2015
Without love I'd die
even when it's bad
even when it makes me cry.

Without ***
I feel undesirable
my body seems useless.

This way of living has caused
my heart, soul, and spirit much pain.
Yet, love is never lost,

*only shame is gained.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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